bump:When I was 19, I worked in a lumber yard just outside of Aspen/Snowmass. We'd pull the orders and band them together in the am, then do deliveries in the afternoon. One time, a glue-lam slid off the forklift and, in my zeal to not dent/damage it, I almost crushed my foot with the edge of this heavy piece of lumber slamming down on my toe. In the following days, the injured digit was swollen and began oozing this green/yellowish puss that had a funky odor to it. That odiforous puss was funnier than any Dane Cook routine.

Just sayin'...

Actually, if you stretch that story out just a few more minutes and repeatedly make weird sound effects with your mouth while describing how your foot got crushed, it WOULD be a Dane Cook routine.

Your Average Witty Fark User:I laugh at you hipster douchebags who act like he isn't funny. It's a specific style of comedy. Don't like it? Go fark yourself with a broken pitchfork. Different strokes for different folks, twatwaffles.

It's a specific style of comedy all right. Basically, it's a Jim Carrey stand-up routine if Jim decided to take out all the jokes.

When I was 19, I worked in a lumber yard just outside of Aspen/Snowmass. We'd pull the orders and band them together in the am, then do deliveries in the afternoon. One time, a glue-lam slid off the forklift and, in my zeal to not dent/damage it, I almost crushed my foot with the edge of this heavy piece of lumber slamming down on my toe. In the following days, the injured digit was swollen and began oozing this green/yellowish puss that had a funky odor to it. That odiforous puss was funnier than any Dane Cook routine.